Last night riding back from Greenbelt was a little ordeal. First it started raining and the thunder and lighting were going. I thought I saw one of these forming:
Then, I believe, the Red Army attacked:
Somebody fired off a rail gun:
Things were awfully damp for a while. We lost a few good men, one guy when his sunglasses fell off and he stopped to retrieve them. He was never heard from again.
It was an ordeal which makes one re-assess why one cycles. I mean, it can sometimes just be awful, dangerous, painful, and improverishing.
Sometimes I'd rather drive a car.
Sometimes cyclings sucks.